After the day at school he was ready for a day of relaxation,and just hanging out.But he was quickly reminded of the fact he was supposed to go to a party that night with a sigh he explained the whole thing to his father.After which he got ready,and waited for the party.
As his father dropped him off Issac thought to himself "OK this'll be over fast..." trying not to get nervous about the party,seeing as this was his first.
At that he rang the door bell hoping to himself there wouldn't be an answer,and he could blow it off.

As Issac stood there he suddenly had one of his famous bad feelings thinking to himself "why am i even here? i don't even know these people,maybe i should go hang out with Alex or something.Yeah that's it i'll just say i went to the party,and go hang out with her instead...but she lives across town,and it's kinda late..." as much as he'd like to claim it was a good idea he knew it wouldn't work,how would he get there,and back before his dad came back? At that Issac considered just going home,and telling the truth, but there was no way that was happening.So at that he chose to continue waiting outside the creepy door to a party he didn't really wan't to go to thinking "i guess it could be worse...i could be the only person who came here,making it incredible awkward,or she could be crazy,and this could be a weird blood sacrifice thing...do they do that on Halloween?"shifting from foot to foot impatiently Issac thought to himself " hope they at least open the door..."

Cara looked at the two guests already in her lounge, wondering what she could say to her classmates in the awkward silence. She was saved by the door knocking, and jumped up a little too eagerly.

"I'll be right back," she told them and gestured towards the snack table. "Help... Help yourselves." She turned and went into the hall, pulling open the heavy wooden door again. There stood two more of her classmates - Clary and Isaac. She smiled tentatively at them both.

"Come on in," she said, withdrawing into the shadowy hall to make way for them to enter.

As Issac entered the shadowy hall he continued to regret his decision to come here,ignoring this he greeted Cara with a simple "hey" at that he continued into the main room.
Upon entering the main room Issac noticed the lame party,and the awkward mood.Thinking to himself"i thought she invited a lot of people! ahhh this gonna be weird..." sighing
quietly he walked into the room not even remotely sure of what he could do that wouldn't be awkward,or weird given the awkward circumstances.

Nate scooped up a handful of pretzels, munched on them in silence. So far, this was kinda disappointing. He really just felt bad for Cara, the poor girl was finally trying to come out of her shell but obviously had no idea what to do.

He remembered the slim little flask of whiskey in his pocket. What the hell, he figured, might as well live a little. Nate fished out the Seagram's, twisted open the top, took a tentative swig, then winced at the taste. Nate was unaccustomed to straight liquor.

Might as well be sociable. Nate held out the whiskey to Helen. "Some party, huh?"

Clary jumped slightly as the door was opened, smiling as she stepped through the entrance. "It's my pleasure Cara. Been a while since I've been invited to something like this, and hey..." She glanced at Cara as she walked by. "Cool place you've got here." Finding the kids who showed up before her, she plucked the bottle out of Nate's hand and took a swig with a wince. "You brought the good stuff, I've only got Vodka and beer." She pulled the bottles out and placed them by the food, offering the Whiskey to the girl Nate had been offering it to in the first place. "Helen and Nate, right?" She asked, just to double check her memory of names.

Helen wanted to punch that girl in the face when she stole the very much needed whiskey from Nate's grasp. After her swig was taken, she offered it to Helen and the girl grabbed it harshly from her hand to let her know that the thievery wasn't appreciated before throwing her head back and taking the alcohol smoothly. "Yes, it's Helen. I never cared to learn your name."

Helen knew she probably should've added a 'my apologies' to the end of that for the sake of politeness, but she preferred her to know that she didn't care about her presence here and she was going to do what she felt like. "This party's pretty pathetic. Hm, alliteration - English is on my side." The blunt girl took another drink of the whiskey before handing it back to Nate with a sigh.

"Yes well... If it makes you feel any better, I didn't expect that much from you anyway." Sky shrugged and opened the Vodka, taking a gulp of that as well before moving on towards the food. "God I'm starved." Popping some snacks into her mouth she smiled and sank back in a chair. "So there must be something cool planned, what do you guys think it is?"

Nate realized his generosity had cost him half the pint of whiskey in less than a minute. He sighed, carefully replaced the lid, and slipped it back into his pocket. "Yeah, I'm Nate," he replied distractedly, looking around the room. He waved to the guy in the corner- Isaac, was it?- motioning for him to come on over. Might as well be friendly.

"I think this might really be all there is to it, guys," he said quietly. "I don't want to sound mean, but I'm not sure Cara has that much imagination." He sighed, gestured for the vodka. "Let me get a hit of that, then we're even." For this moment, at least, this one shining moment, Nate was one of the cool kids. He had always wondered what it felt like. Might as well enjoy it.

"Does anyone really know anything about her? Like, anything at all? Where she's from, what she does for fun, shoe size, anything?"

As Issac watched the dimwitted display he considered getting a drink as well,but in the end decided it was best to keep a clear head.One thing he,and his father agreed on was never getting drunk around strangers,but then again the only way he could possible make it through this lame party was getting a little buzz,maybe drunken shenanigans would be entertaining. He had decided to bring a few six packs which he promptly put on the table with the snacks.After which he took one,took a gulp,and proceeded to walk over to the trio of idiots in front of him.
As he walked up he chose to ignore the angry looking girl,and said to the other two "soooo you two wanna have some fun? because i do,and i have no idea where the
fun is at this party) he said not once acknowledging Helen,and quiet enough not to alert the host to his complaint.He had decided since he didn't really know these people he could behave however he wanted,without any real repercussions.

Helen knew she wasn't that well liked in the house - she didn't actually particularly care to be fairly honest - so it was easy to pick up on Isaac's avoidance. Ignoring her would have normally have gone unnoticed, as most do ignore the temperamental brunette, but in such a small group it had caused her blood to boil. Of course, her father had always told her that revenge was best served like ice cream: cold. But...Helen didn't have the patience, so she decided that annoying the boy would be enough. Standing up and stretching her legs, she practically flung herself onto him and latched on like a parasite.

"Y'know, it's mean to ignore girls." She said, shifting all her weight onto him. But now that she took a good, long minute, she must've decided on this course of action by the tiniest of alcohol pumping through her veins.

Cara had gestured to the living room and disappeared off into a room further down the hall - a kitchen maybe? Now she returned, clutching an empty green bottle. She stood in the doorway, surveying the scene. There seemed to be plenty of alcohol, more than the little group needed. Cara had to admit that she had been expecting more guests. Still, this should be fun. She walked to the group and set the empty bottle in the middle on the floor, gesturing for them to sit in a circle around it. She seated herself within arm's reach of the bottle and lifted her gaze to meet the others' for the first time since entering the room.

"So," she said, a small smile forming on her lips. "Want to play a game?"

Issac was surprised by the sudden grapple,however this wasn't his first time having someone try something crazy like that.He had in fact taken judo classes before he came to town,his father was actually kind of paranoid,making him learn to fight in a few styles.So without really thinking he flipped the girl off of him as she put her weight on him.
He caught himself as he did it making a point not to do it to hard,she may be crazy but she was still a girl.So as she landed he collected himself frowning,and said "sorry sweet heart,if you wanted my attention so bad you should have said something,like your name..." He then smirked,and said "but at least someone here knows how to have fun.
At that he turned,and noticed Cara inter the room with the green bottle,as Issac took a seat on the floor next to Cara he thought to himself "glad i decided not to get drunk,that girls crazy" then the game Cara wanted to play dawned on him.He then thought "spin the bottle?! maybe i should have had another drink...but to late now...there's no way
this is gonna end good.But if it never lands on the crazy girl I'll be fine i guess.".

Sky passed the Vodka over to Nate trying to avoid the two classmates grappling each other, laughing as the alcohol began to do its job. "Woah, that was a pretty cool trick. Remind me to never jump you in a real fight." She joked, knowing that if she were to get into a fight that she would most likely die. She hated to admit it but the only fighting she knew how to do she had learned from TV and the internet, not the same as taking a class but she knew enough to defend herself against a pervert. "Yeah I'll play." She took a seat on the ground and looked at the bottle. "Spin the bottle? Wouldn't it be funnier if we played Truth or Dare where the person is determined by chance?"

"Don't worry I'm not in the habit of fighting girls,but I'd be happy to teach you a trick or two if you want" Although he was in no way drunk,the little he did drink had softened his mood.Yet he still ha no idea how to deal with these games,wasn't truth or dare worse than spin the bottle? And who knows what a buzzed teen would come up with?
but he decide to just go along with it hoping they stuck to spin the bottle,at least it was straight forward.

"Sure, why not. Game could be fun," Nate said, taking a swig from the vodka and wincing at the taste of that as well. Maybe he should stick with whiskey, that seemed to go down smoother.

His eyes widened when Helen threw herself at Isaac, and he gasped when the quiet, weedy dude threw her to the ground without so much as a second thought. "Shit, dude, what the hell is the matter with you?" he yelled. Maybe this wasn't his type of party, not even ten minutes and already girls were getting beat up. Nate immediately ducked down and grabbed Helen's shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked anxiously, feeling for the phone in his pocket. He didn't want to be that guy, but he might have to call 911.

Issac annoyed at who ever that guy was,responded " it was a knee jerk reaction,and it's not like i hurt her.no harm meant,it was just a reflex."At that he turned away from the annoying little ****,and returned to what he was doing.

Helen was not a masochist - she really wasn't - but she'd be lying if she didn't say she enjoyed fighting. Matter of fact, she thrived on the violence. In military school, there was always time to fight and wrestle at the gym, but at this public school...well, she was surrounded by weaklings and it pissed her off. So, when she started chuckling and her mood began to lighten up, it took her by surprise but not wholly so. She hadn't gotten her ass kicked since she was fourteen! Brushing off the guy - Nate was his name? - with a small nod and a light smile, she jumped to her feet and clapped Isaac on his shoulder,

"I have to say, you have amazing luck!" She praised, before continuing with a slight jab, "But if you were to get in a real fight with me, I'd kick your ass."

She then proceeded to cross her legs and use the momentum to sit down lightly in the circle.

Issac was in a good mood at this point so he simply ignored the ass kicking comment,and said "well i don't fight girls,at least not intentionally.I only flipped you because you caught me off guard."At that he thought to himself "ha she responded better than who ever that little punk was,glad i didn't bother learning his name."
As things began to move along toward returning to normal,or at least as normal as an awkward party with like four people can be,Issac turned to the crazy girl who jumped on his back saying"oh yeah i don't think i ever caught your name" at that he looked at the other party goers as well saying"in fact i don't think i caught anyones name other than our host."

Clary shrugged and glanced over at Issac. "We've been in the same class for how long now? I'm Clarisse, but you will call me Clary." She stated, not a huge fan of her full first name.